Diving Off Teddy Whitten's Shoulders

‘Mr Football’ takes a breathsquats underthe seatakes both my handsas I crouch steady on his shoulder bladesthe whites of Ted’s blue eyesare salt-reddenedthen he lunges abovethe surface a human platform, now it is time for me to let go EJ’s handsstand in one motion anddive, dive, divea holy-roll off Ted’s shoulders